When Max was walking down the hill, he could see some Drakkars stranded in the sand and some houses on the outskirts on fire in the distance on the beach.


    Sven, who also saw the same thing, elerated his pace while holding his sword; after running for some time, they reached the periphery of the town where they could see some warriors fighting against a group of Vikings.


    Max, who was still next to Sven, frowned due to arge amount of blood on the ground and some corpses that were being stepped on while the fight was going on.


    It was enough for him to pay a little more attention to be able to see that the vast majority of those corpses belonged to women and children whose jaw had been cut off, leaving only half of their mouth and a protruding tongue.


    In their eyes, he could see the fear of those corpses which seemed to have suffered that torture before dying.


    Max felt his stomach churn, and he could even taste the fish he had eaten in the morning, so he decided to spit and pay attention to the fights in front of him.


    While Max was analyzing the battle, Sven began to draw his sword and began charging at the first Viking in front of him.


    After a few seconds of watching the battlefield scene, Max was able to identify the Viking enemies who were wearing different chain mail and some worn metal helmets.


    In contrast, the warriors of the town wore scaled armor, which varied from warrior to warrior because many did not have time to dress appropriately.


    After knowing who his enemies and allies are, Max held his little knife and exhaled while choosing an enemy to kill.


    He knew that just failing once meant dying, but he was not afraid because he was confident in his experience fighting and Einar''s young body, not to mention that since he took that knife as a weapon, he is willing to kill and die if necessary.


    After a few seconds, Max''s eyes narrowed, and he started running towards a Viking who was about to kill a crying little boy who was not leaving his mother''s corpse.


    When the sword was about to impale the little boy, the Viking felt something sharp go through his arm, so he looked back and could see how a young man with red hair ran towards him.


    With anger and confidence in his experience, the Viking turned his body to face the reckless young man who ran towards him; Max realized that the Viking thought to pierce his head with his sword.


    Max kept running and waited for thest moment to duck, avoiding the sword that only cut some of his hair; without wasting time, he approached the Viking, and with his fist, he hit a hook to the chin.


    The punch was so forceful that the Viking staggered for a few seconds, which Max took advantage of to hold the Viking''s sword and kick it; the Viking then stumbled over the corpse of the woman he had killed minutes before.


    When the Viking recovered on the ground, all he could see was the young man who was holding his sword, which buried him in the neck, making everything turn ck for him.


    Max pulled the sword from the Viking''s neck while he could see how blood gushed out; with a wry smile, Max shook his sword, which sttered blood, leaving some drops on his face.


    The little boy who was on his mother''s corpse looked at Max and, with tears in his eyes, said, "Takk."


    Although he did not understand what the boy said, he could be sure that he had thanked him; Max could only sigh and decided to leave the boy alone.


    When the boy watched as the young man with reddish hair retired, he turned his face to the corpse of his mother. With his small hands, he moved his mother''s hands and settled on her chest, ignoring his mother''s blood that impregnated him.


    Sven, who was drawing his sword from a Viking''s chest, could hear the noise of a war horn and watched as the Vikings tried to run towards their ships to flee.


    Rather angrily, Sven grabbed a small ax from one of the corpses near him and threw it at a Viking who was running while carrying a girl in his arms.


    The Viking who was trying to escape only felt severe pain in his back, so he fell to the ground releasing the little girl he was holding; with hisst strength, he grabbed the girl''s small foot, but at that moment, a spear pierced her hand.


    Ibssen heard the cry that the Viking made on the ground, and without much care, he used his sword to cut the hand that was holding the girl''s foot. "Little one, you are free to choose, you can kill this damn Viking, or you also have the option to go to the center from the town. "


    The little girl red at the Viking, who was screaming on the ground, so without much haste, she took the most massive stone she could carry and approached the Viking.


    Ibssen smiled as he saw the little girl using that stone to hit the Viking''s head over and over again; the Viking''s heartbreaking screams onlysted a few seconds before they suddenly fell silent as her head was destroyed by that stone.


    Sven, who was nearby, walked to where Ibssen was; when he arrived, he could see a little girl hitting with arge stone what seemed to be a shapeless mass of meat, so he justughed as he pulled the ax from the corpse that I had thrown him.


    "Ibssen, do you have any idea who attacked us?"


    Ibssen nodded and began to walk towards the center of town with Sven, Max for his part, ran with other warriors chasing the Vikings who were trying to flee in their Drakkars.


    In their battle of flight, the Vikings lost many people and loot that they had tried to steal; s, the leader of the Viking expedition, could only watch the disastrous defeat they suffered at the hands of a people in the middle of nowhere.


    It was a significant blow to his pride because he arrived with more than 200 men ready to conquer this town and establish his base. Still, now he lost the vast majority of his people and has to flee from this ce.


    With great regret, s got on his Drakkar and red at the ind as he pointed at it and yelled, "Damn you all, I swear I''lle back and…"


    s could not continue speaking because he felt he could not breathe, surprised; he looked at his chest and could see a protruding javelin.


    At that moment, the great Viking leader s fell into the sea where his corpse sank in the cold waters of the Antic.


    Gerd, who had thrown the javelin using the Atl, received some praise from the warriors who could see his great throw; for his part, Max was more interested in one of the Drakkars stranded on the beach.


    Because he could see three men in brown robes tied, which hadrge wooden crucifixes on their chests.